Last year we took a break from going to adoption heritage camp and as the year wore on, X started asking about going again. He’s been identifying with the Indian half of himself more as he gets older and is recognizing C as his first-mom. For a long time, he didn’t seem to know who she was exactly, just that she came around pretty often.
Going to camp this year was so much easier than previous times we’ve gone! Z is old enough to attend the camp sessions with other kids instead of trying to schlep all his stuff to the daycare they set up for babies and toddlers, and both of them were excited to participate. For our part, S and I both weren’t feeling especially social but managed to at least start making connections that end in “see you next year!” Given all my crap-tastic friend issues, and the fact that I’m starting to feel and notice how people react to me, especially when it’s negative, I wasn’t much for pushing it.
Overall it was a good weekend in which I had to do some work on that damn report, I went to a few of the adult sessions, participated in the parent dance performance (ha, what a train wreck but the kids love it when their parents make fools out of themselves) and X and Z seemed to have a great time. S got a mountain bike ride in on a new trail, and we found ourselves allowing ourselves to relax instead of feeling like we needed to go to all the sessions. There was a session by an adoptive parent that piqued some thoughts for me that I’m trying to get into some kind of coherent form to post.